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Make room, make room for Gazul--throw wide, throw wide the door; Blow, blow the trumpet clearer still, more loudly strike the drum, The Alcayde of Algava to fight the bull doth come. And first before the King he passed, with reverence stooping low, And next he bowed him to the Queen, and the Infantas all a-row; Then to his lady's grace he turned, and she to him did throw A scarf from out her balcony was whiter than the snow. With the life-blood of the slaughtered lords all slippery is the sand, Yet proudly in the centre hath Gazul ta'en his stand; And ladies look with heaving breast, and lords with anxious eye, But firmly he extends his arm--his look is calm and high. Three bulls against the knight are loosed, and two come roaring on, He rises high in stirrup, forth stretching his rejon; Each furious beast upon the breast he deals him such a blow He blindly totters and gives back, across the sand to go. "Turn, Gazul, turn," the people cry--the third comes up behind, Low to the sand his head holds he, his nostrils snuff the wind; The mountaineers that lead the steers, without stand whispering low, "Now thinks this proud alcayde to stun Harpado so?" From Guadiana comes he not, he comes not from Xenil, From Gaudalarif of the plain, or Barves of the hill; But where from out the forest burst Xarama's waters clear, Beneath the oak-trees was he nursed, this proud and stately steer. Dark is his hide on either side, but the blood within doth boil, And the dun hide glows, as if on fire, as he paws to the turmoil. His eyes are jet, and they are set in crystal rings of snow; But now they stare with one red glare of brass upon the foe. Upon the forehead of the bull the horns stand close and near, From out the broad and wrinkled skull, like daggers they appear; His neck is massy, like the trunk of some old knotted tree, Whereon the monster's shaggy mane, like billows curled, ye see. His legs are short, his hams are thick, his hoofs are black as night, Like a strong flail he holds his tail in fierceness of his might; Like something molten out of iron, or hewn from forth the rock, Harpado of Xarama stands, to bide the alcayde's shock. Now stops the drum--close, close they come--thrice meet, and thrice give back; The white foam of Harpado lies on the charger's breast of black-- The white foam of the charger on Harpado's front
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